in the unzip—it seems luxury—with tales
trailing our paths; sweet patience, so pliable, so incognito.
a man searches islands, city
citadels, to learn tides are haphazard.
life is so engaging, so
entertaining, so electric; souls’ wine and they dine, they spread wings, they
fly.
when it struck, i wasn’t an amateur,
i knew the ramifications, i sought to hear the universe. a different type of
listening, where one examines self, and self’s behavior, to determine if
something is understandable
—to see if happenstance is in part a
person’s doing.
life is difficult to navigate, the
ups and downs, the weathered forest, the repeated behaviors and similar
situations:
one examines why a ‘thing’ happens
often.
upon a freesia flower, next to a cedar
tree, one determines something has run its course—the myriad doubts, the caveats,
nothing measures like knowing the incapacity of a person’s personality.
unless retrained, a soul will
always rummage the cookie jar—looking for a sweet morsel. even when the cookies
are spoiled, and days have passed, many of us, will try again.
there’s something to sugar cookies.
they taste so sweet. they exhilarate the senses.
each one feels different, a similar
excitement, some have a unique frame.
all day some ponder another cookie,
even a different type of cookie, if possible, we might desire several different
cookies per day.
this is fair enough. until it might
become diabetes. then one might reach for the sugar free cookie, one type, one
brand.
i look down the aisles, the market
is jammed packed, there are too many cookies.
i tried a few. i met with fate. i negotiated
with a chocolate chip cookie.
i sense something;
in the negotiations, the experience
of it all, i have lost the sacredness many see in each other—the religiosity,
the flare and spirituality — not entirely — the carnal thought comes first,
then the esoteria of it all.
